My life had turned upside down in just a matter of weeks. From having my first sexual encounter with a guy, following a fantasy, to now virtually having cock on tap in my very own house.
Despite only being meant as a half-way house for Robert, he didn't seem to be trying too hard to find a place of his own. I didn't mind, I loved having him there to fulfill my sexual feelings which were growing stronger all the time.
Every opportunity was taken, when my wife Sandra was out, to satisfy Robert's cock. My taste for his cum knew no bounds.
However, I knew he had a goal in mind and that was my virgin ass. I admit I was scared to take that next step, as it seemed the only step stopping me from being 'gay'. I did enjoy him fondling my cheeks and he did like to rim me, which nearly had me blowing my load. I had allowed him to finger me but the thought of his huge cock entering me was terrifying.
Matters reached a head one Sunday when Sandra said she was visiting her mum and I assumed she would be away for the whole afternoon. That had me excited, as it had been three days since I had enjoyed Robert's cock. No sooner had Sandra closed the door behind her than I was sitting beside Robert, with my right hand on his thigh, gently rubbing.
A bulge soon appeared in his jeans and I gasped at its size, even though it was now a common sight for me. My hand went to the zip of his jeans but before I could pull it, he stopped me. Robert leaned in and kissed me, his tongue searching immediately and I felt myself melt, at that moment I was his for the taking and he knew it.
Like a whirlwind he had pulled my jogging pants down and pushed me back on the sofa. My cock was hard but he had no interest in it. He lay on top of me and kissed me again and I could hear his zip being pulled down. I was not used to being so out of control but I knew this moment would come sooner or later.
He now had my legs over his shoulders and I could feel the tip of his cock rubbing tantalisingly on the outside of my ass. Then everything changed.
"What the fuck is going on?" It was the unmistakable shrieking tones of my wife Sandra. Robert actually fell off the sofa with shock, at her sudden appearance. I didn't know what to say, I could hardly defend myself, having my own cock stiff and his about to enter me.
Sandra was next to speak.
" I knew you two were up to stuff. I actually didn't mind. That's why I got you to meet each other in the first place."
The penny dropped in my head. How could I think she was so daft not to know.
Sandra hadn't finished though.
"Robert, I told you I was fine with him sucking your cock but I said no anal." Her voice was hurt and a little tearful.
Robert piped up now. "I was just doing what your hubby wanted, he's been begging me to fuck him for the last two weeks but I care more for you than to do that."
I exploded. "You lying little shit! It's been me keeping you at bay, until tonight."
"Just as well I forgot my purse" Sandra added with barely concealed anger. "Go and put your pants on you pathetic creatures and Robert, I expect you to have gone by the time I return this time."
"Oh, come on Sandra, where can I go?" he pleaded.
"Hell, as far as as I care." she added, a touch of steel in her voice.
With that, she turned and went back out the door.
Robert started pleading "you can change her mind, can't you?"
"And why would I try? You just showed your true colours. Lying about what I wanted."
He tried to smile. "Tell me honestly, you did not want me to fuck you."
I blushed a little. "Just now, yes, I did, more than anything."
Robert took a step towards me and put his arms round my neck. He had a tear in his eye as he said "this is the end, just once more for fun."
I dropped to my knees not caring if that door was going to open again, my only focus was on his hard-again cock, which I lapped at with my tongue. He pressed forwards and his helmet entered my mouth. i started to suck at the length as he held my head still, jutting his hips back and forth. I knew he would cum quickly and he did, firing three hot creamy jets into my willing mouth. I made sure I captured every drop and then he pushed my head back, with the parting sneer "good boy."
He was gone in thirty minutes, as I sat downstairs, feeling used. I could still taste his cum, which I had developed a real taste for. What now, I wondered?
Sandra came home five hours later as I was idly watching a documentary about Egyptian mummies.
I felt I had to break the silence. "Look, I'm sorry about all this but you did set me up."
"Only because I knew what your fantasy was. I wanted it to be safe, with someone I knew."
"Well he's gone now and he wont be back." I tried to reassure her.
"You sucked his cock after I left, didn't you?" Sandra accused.
I didn't try to deny it but asked "how did you know that?"
"Because Robert sent me a text to tell me. He said he filled your mouth and you loved it."
There was a measure of disgust in her voice.
Again, I could not deny it but I was now very angry with Robert and resolved that he had now burned his bridges with me.
Not surprisingly, Sandra banished me from the bedroom that night. I could have used the spare room but the sheets still had Robert's aroma on them and so I tried to sleep downstairs, on the sofa but with little success, as I tossed and turned, considering all I had done and what my future would hold. The atmosphere was frosty in the morning and I couldn't blame Sandra wholly, although she had admitted to bringing me and Robert together in the first place.
Work on Monday was a relief and even more so when I found out I was going down to Southampton on Tuesday to help train some new starts. One of my colleagues was to join me, Leon. I knew little about him as our paths had rarely crossed.
I was worried how to break it to Sandra though, in case she suspected me of going back to Robert.
Her response to my news hit me but with hindsight shouldn't have surprised me.
"That's good. I think we need a break to think about what we both want. How long are you away for?"
"I'll be back on Friday. Look I'm sorry."
Sandra wasn't impressed. "Save it. If there's a suitcase on the step when you get back, you'll know we're over."
It was an early start on the Tuesday, the short flight was at 6am. There was no point in asking Sandra to drop me off at the airport and so I ordered a taxi for 4.30am.
Just after 5am and i was sitting with a strong black coffee in front of me, waiting for Leon. Suddenly, there was a tap on my shoulder and I started and turned round. It was Leon, with a broad smile on his face.
"I hope you'll be more awake during work. I was waving at you from under the departure board. I felt a real prick when you didn't wave back."
"Oh Leon, I'm sorry, my mind is mixed up just now."
"Don't apologise, I normally like feeling a real prick." There was no denying the glint in his eyes as he blatantly flirted with me.
"Wait until we're on the plane" I retorted laughingly.
"Promises, promises" he said and sat opposite me.
